A late summer storm crashed all around us last night around mid-night. The lightening held all three kinds…sheet, cloud to cloud, and cloud to earth. The cloud to earth ones are always, ALWAYS the dangerous ones. The dogs don’t mind the lightening it’s the loud booming thunder that sends them under my bed. Fuzzy has taught Boomer to be afraid, be VERY afraid of thunder. Not a good thing. Boomer didn’t ‘know’ he was supposed to act goofy when the thunder sounded until he figured it out from Fuzzy.
The field corn, aka: pick’n corn, feed corn, maize, is getting riper by the day.
I’m still feeding the bees, although I moved their plate away, away from the hummingbird feeders
Just for fun…here is the west side of our place looking toward the canyons and Highway 50 to Grand Junction.
Your western Colorado friend,